Comfort

I've been to highest of highs and the lowest of lows.

It rains.

It rains.

It rains, it rains, it rains.

It rains a lot.

The water is up to my neck now and I can barely feel my body because of the numbing, cold water. It's up to my nose, the water is filling my mouth. Slowly, the water pours in, the flood gates open and the water rushes into my lungs. They fill until they become two sacks of water. The water weighs me down like anchors until I'm at the bottom of this infant ocean.

It's cold down here, but it's comforting. It's comforting to be in a place that is so familiar. Down, drown, frown. It's comforting.

It shines.

It shines.

It shines, it shines, it shines.

It shines a lot.

I feel a warmth on my back. The sun is shining again. The water is going down, the tide is falling. The once strong downpour is letting up, inching me closer to the surface. I make it. I'm soaked, but there are always remains from misery. The sun's bright rays warm me up, embracing me in a warm blanket of heat. It feels good to feel good again.

It's warm up here, but it's comforting. It's comforting to be in a place that is so familiar. Warm, norm, reform. It's comforting.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay right now.

Here I am. Neither warm nor cold. I feel okay, content. No water, no sun, just me. Just me waiting. We're always waiting for something. In my case, I wait for what's next, rain or sun, to take me to a place I know too well. Good and bad, bad and good, I'm not sure which is which anymore, they blend so well.

Here I am. Just me waiting. All I ask is whatever comes next, rain or sun, don't hesitate: pour down on me.